My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

After I knocked, I didn't put in between, and the gate opened as if I had been waiting.

"Thank you. Lord Rolobel."

Grandpa came out wearing a black suit, which would be over fifty. See Rolobel, who asked me to use him first.

"This is the one who helped me pass by (...) when I was in that accident last night. I did deliver."

"Yes, the rewards are as usual"

"Okay."

Oh, is that what you're saying? Did Rolobel tell you that it was only his job to bring me in, and that's why he wasn't present when he met with the nobles?

"Oh, yeah. This kid has a lot of mistrust, even if I'm present?

Oh, I said. I didn't forget.

"That's hard. My husband seems like he's going to talk inside."

You didn't accept me though. Grandpa said no immediately. Oh, my God. The inside story. I'd like you to leave me alone.

"That's right. I'm sorry, Ayle."

Wouldn't it be okay if I ate some more? Isn't that a little too much pull?... for once you made an effort to be present, okay?

When Rolobel walked out with his heels back, Grandpa looked at me.

- Oh, no.

"Your name is Lord Ayle, may I? My husband is waiting for you. Go inside."

My grandfather doesn't want to eat, he urges me inside.

Really, with a face that doesn't eat anything.

I figured it out the moment my eyes met.

This grandfather is bad. Pretty strong.

That's not just the strong guy's either... yes, it's dangerous.

What feels stronger than stronger is a sense of crisis.

No arrows, no escape route, no tools, that's when I ran into a demon. I feel such a sense of crisis.

I think it's the same kind of strength as us...

- Are you a hunter? Or something similar?

"... excuse me"

The moment we meet, there are three things that we clearly know.

The first is that I can never beat my grandfather.

Secondly, that I'm already in Grandpa's offensive range and I can't get away with it.

And finally, this grandfather must mean he can kill people without hesitation.

Hey... you're still the entrance, but you've been regretting coming already...

Upon entering Count Levant's premises, the first thing that caught my eye was a broken carriage.

It must have been something that got into an accident yesterday. Looks like he's been collecting it.

One wheel comes off, and many parts of the body are left and damaged. I no longer fasten the prototype of the carriage.

"Was Lord Ayle a hunter?

Grandpa walks me forward and asks.... I wonder why there are signs that you're being watched when you're turning your back.

It's not such a lukewarm thing to be on guard because you're turning your back, or where you can't see it.

Somehow, you're walking in front of me, and you're already in an offensive position against me, and you're on target. If so, would it be like that?

"It's still half a serving."

Compared to you, the baby is no longer the same. It's not even half a serving. I'm starting to remember the bow. It's about the rush.

... I'm scared of the city. It would be easy to understand if you were armed like an adventurer, but there are a few unarmed but strong people. I'm more scared of you this way.

Especially those who don't see the strength, I'm afraid. I guess with the receptionist at the hunting guild. Because that guy couldn't tell without "glasses".

I just didn't realize there might have been other strong men. I knew it was the scariest thing about not knowing the threat.

"Be modest. You know, hunted three wolves in an instant."

You would have hunted all six heads in the same time. You can do anything in a shorter time.

"The wolves were tired and blunt because they took over from Mr. Rolobel."

"Three heads. Tighten the head with one arrow at a time, with different dimensions. That's a pretty good fact."

You can do it with your bare hands.

When I was invited inside the mansion, I was surrounded by such a sense of crisis that I had never felt before.

……

Fuck it, there's too little sign of people. Five just to figure it out, but my instincts are complaining "there's more".

I don't want to kill you.

There's no gaze.

I don't even feel people's signs nearby.

This sense of crisis, as if surrounded by all directions. What the hell is that?

Grandpa looked back at me when my leg stopped and I couldn't get in.

"Don't worry. If you're really motivated (...), it's over."

…………

Does that mean that's it?

"With the interpretation of the welcome of this mansion stream?

"I don't mind, I guess."

... I don't know what the intent is.

This grandfather, he's been trying me since he met me completely. The creepy sense of crisis in this mansion would also be to try me out. Something, someone's intent.

If you thought it seemed thin, you clearly said "I'm trying".

If you're really willing to kill (...), then it's over, he said.

What's the point of that? I only have a bad feeling about it.

"- Oh, you're here!

Hmm?

A clear voice like a bell flew in, while a spooky sense of crisis fogged like a lie. Am I the only target?

"Thank you for last night!

It was the girl with the "glasses" hanging who had messed up her long blonde hair and ran.

Yes, I hung my glasses, it was that girl.

... You did say she was a noble daughter. If you don't watch your mouth, you're guilty of disrespect. Scary.

"Oh, yes.... Are you hurt enough?

Lorobel said it was a minor injury, but half a day ago he had passed out when he was underneath the carriage. That's just about a small run, but I don't think I can run it lightly.

"Yes, there were minor injuries, magic treatments, no trace"

Oh, a magic cure?

That's noble, if you have money, you can even ask a magician.

It is also precious for a magician to be able to take the immediate cure of this magic treatment. I'm talking about healing within sight. That's amazing. Magic. I've only seen magic a little flying blade, haven't I?... Ah, so is "glasses" for once.

"That's just fine. I was going to call you now.

- Then both of you go straight down to your masters. "

Huh? Why the two of us?

... you're getting a worse feeling than I imagined.

This is... I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to go home soon.